Aphrodite
A kiss corrodes on the statue’s lips,
Frozen for centuries,
A tear made of marble softly slips
Downward. But no one sees.
The tourists walk past, indifferent.
Bric-a-brac, they ignore.
Erotic emotion in stone’s all spent,
Cold as the art gallery’s floor.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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